Not related to blindness and the like, but this one of the reason why I could never own a dog. I love how useful they are for protection and such and I'm sure they're great companions. But dog feces and dog saliva are two things that absolutely gross me out to no end. I don't even let my friends dogs lick me or anything because the spit and slobber grosses me out. I could never deliberately lean down and grab their shiat, even through a plastic bag.

They wait until after dark before taking their doggies out for poopie break. Then they can go where ever they want without having to clean up afterwards Yeah, I live in a HOA neighborhood if that's what your thinking...

Now, can we get the SEEING owners of dogs take responsibility for cleaning up after them? The disability they suffer from apparently is just old, ordinary selfishness. (We clean up after our two labs, after all.)

taurusowner:Not related to blindness and the like, but this one of the reason why I could never own a dog. I love how useful they are for protection and such and I'm sure they're great companions. But dog feces and dog saliva are two things that absolutely gross me out to no end. I don't even let my friends dogs lick me or anything because the spit and slobber grosses me out. I could never deliberately lean down and grab their shiat, even through a plastic bag.

Don't EVER have children. Babies just throw urine and vomit into the mix, often literally and sometimes even simultaneously. Every baby is just a G.G. Allin wannabe. Dogs are germaphobe dreams by comparison.

/have two dogs/have one dude that picks up the poop in the backyard for $7/week

taurusowner:Not related to blindness and the like, but this one of the reason why I could never own a dog. I love how useful they are for protection and such and I'm sure they're great companions. But dog feces and dog saliva are two things that absolutely gross me out to no end. I don't even let my friends dogs lick me or anything because the spit and slobber grosses me out. I could never deliberately lean down and grab their shiat, even through a plastic bag.

I could never deliberately lean down and grab their shiat, even through a plastic bag.

That's what I thought until I got my first puppy at age 42.

Mind you I'd already changed babies' diapers, wiped my Parkinsoned grandpa's butt when grandma was away and even gave my crippled mother a pre-medical appointment enema when my father was too sick to do it, but somehow the idea of picking up puppy poop through a plastic bag revolted me.

Then I just forced myself to do it and got good at it. It's just part of walking a dog in the city. It also gives me first-hand evidence of his intestinal health, etc.: everything from "OMG! Slime! Blood! Vet right away!" to "So that's where my coat button went, and there it can stay now."

It takes special mental effort to pick up after a stranger's dog though, kinda like I wouldn't want to work in a nursing home and have to wipe your grandfather's butt. Things connected to me and mine are special, that's all there is to it. (Of course you're welcome to pick up after my dog if you insist, just don't eat it in front of me.)

My childhood dog was a male black lab that never lifted his leg. Neutered a bit too early maybe?

I had a collie that had his balls all his life. For years he squatted to take a piss then he saw some other dogs lift leg andno more squatting except to crap after that.

I have a female dog that has lifted her leg to piss ever since she saw our other (now dead) dog do it. She also started kicking dirt behind her afterwards like he did. Then she taught my sister's dog to do it too.